Over it.

I am at a coffee shop once again because my connection
at home is a drag. Literally. I am over here in West Seattle
trying to figure out why I have two blogs. I have this one
and another one and who knows, there could be a third.
Four cops just walked in and I thought they might arrest me
for overblogging. It's not illegal yet, but I am thinking
it should be. Two coffees and a cookie later, I haven't made
much progress. I was too jacked up and paranoid.
Later.